Page 42 of Boards & Betrayal

The pleasure built, spiraling tighter and tighter until I felt like I might shatter. My body tensed, every muscle coiled and ready to snap. When the climax hit, it was like a wave crashing over me, relentless and all-consuming. My breath caught in my throat as I cried out, the sound echoing in the quiet room.

Thomas didn't stop. His tongue continued its relentless assault, lapping at me with a fervor that bordered on worship. Each stroke sent aftershocks rippling through my body, prolonging the exquisite agony of my release.

"Thomas," I gasped, trying to catch my breath. "Please... I can't..."

He seemed deaf to my pleas, his grip on my thighs tightening as if to anchor me to this moment of pure ecstasy. My sensitivity reached its peak, and it became too much. I had to push him away.

With trembling hands, I pressed against his shoulders, finally breaking the connection. He relented but grabbed my wrist with surprising gentleness yet undeniable firmness. In one swift motion, he pulled me up until I was sitting before him.

Before I could fully process what was happening, his lips crashed into mine in a searing kiss. The taste of myself on his tongue was intimate and raw, mingling with the unique flavor of him. It was intoxicating.

The kiss deepened, becoming a desperate dance of tongues and lips. My hands found their way into his hair, gripping tightly as if he might disappear if I let go. His hand cupped the back of my neck, holding me in place as he devoured me with a hunger that matched my own.

I melted into him, every lingering bit of tension dissolving in the heat of our connection. The world outside ceased to exist; there was only Thomas and the fire that burned between us.

The taste of myself on his lips was a constant reminder of what we'd just shared—an unspoken promise of more to come.

Thomas's hands gripped my waist firmly, guiding me until I straddled him. The heat between us was palpable, our breaths mingling as we locked eyes. He adjusted himself beneath me, his cock pressing against my entrance, and the anticipation made my heart race.

I lowered myself slowly, feeling the head of his cock slide into me. A shudder ran through my body as he filled me up, inch by inch, stretching and claiming me in ways I never thought possible. Our moans mingled, a symphony of pleasure and desire that filled the room.

"Fuck, you feel so damn good, Ally," he murmured, his voice husky with need. His hand found the back of my neck, pulling me closer until our foreheads touched. His other hand rested on my hip, grounding me as he began to move.

He guided me up and down his length with a deliberate pace, each movement sending waves of ecstasy through my body. The friction was exquisite, touching places deep inside me that made my toes curl and my breath hitch.

My hands gripped his shoulders for support as I rode him, our bodies moving in perfect harmony. The intensity of our connection left me breathless, every thrust pushing me closer to the edge.

"Thomas," I gasped, my voice barely a whisper. "Don't stop."

He tightened his grip on my hips, increasing the pace and depth of his movements. The room seemed to blur around us, the only reality being the sensation of him inside me and the raw emotions that surged between us.

With each upward motion, I felt him hit a spot that sent electric jolts through my entire being. It was overwhelming in the best possible way—pure pleasure wrapped in a cocoon of intimacy and longing.

Our rhythm grew more urgent, our breaths coming faster as we neared the precipice together. His grip on my neck tightened slightly, grounding me in the present moment even as I felt myself spiraling toward release.

"Ally," he groaned, his voice strained with desire. "Fuck, sweetheart, you're so fucking perfect."

His words sent a rush of warmth through me, fueling the fire that already burned so brightly between us.

As the climax built, every nerve in my body tingled with electric anticipation.

His eyes never left mine, filled with an intensity that spoke of unspoken promises and hidden desires. My breaths came in ragged gasps, matching the frantic pace of our movements.

Pleasure hit me like a bullet, crashing over me with a force that left me breathless. My muscles clenched around him, every fiber of my being caught in the throes of ecstasy. The pleasure was all-consuming, a white-hot sensation that spread through my entire body.

In that moment, I felt him reach his own release. His cock pulsed inside me, filling me with a warmth that only heightened my own pleasure. The sensation of him spilling into me was exquisite, a final connection that left us both trembling.

His head rested on my shoulder, his breath hot against my neck as we both tried to catch our breath. My fingers found their way into his hair, gently running through the dark strands as we came down from our high. Neither of us moved, unwilling to break the spell that had woven itself around us.

The room was silent except for the sound of our breathing. I could feel his heart beating against mine, a steady rhythm that grounded me in the present moment.

For now, this was enough.

"You're going to be the goddamn death of me," he murmured against my neck.

I smiled, continuing to run my fingers through his hair. "Just as I remember you," I murmured back. "Old man."

He bit my shoulder, making me yelp before laughter bubbled up. His roughness always had a way of breaking through my walls.

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